The mushrooms I bought yesterday are moldy; the lines around my mouth have deepened. Tomorrow I am a mother for the first time.
It’s really Freudian, that. Turning a doctor into a parent for a few minutes. That’s why Maeve likes him.
In his hospital room, he handed over his phone and I called his family.
Previously on...
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I Googled things that bond people. Google said trauma.
We’ve sat in pot smoke-filled basements, watching boys play video games, and I’ve sipped wine with my parents on special occasions, but neither of us have been to an actual party before.
Ken pounded out three novelty songs on his busted up acoustic guitar, looking like a knock-off Daniel Johnston.
‘Le Trou Normand,’ I said to the Garçon, winking knowingly at him.
We long to see the world from her point of view, the worker. But do not ever long to be the worker.
My mother had been on a rampage to find me a husband since I started college.
Really I think all art should be freely available
I’m good at getting fucked up. I’m good at having fun. Go go go. I’m best at forgetting.
To try to allay his doubt, or figure out of it’s real, [Li] mentally consults his in-progress novel, as if it were a friend. He intuits, in an intuition described by the line you quoted, that his doubt is wrong, is habitual and self-sabotalogical.
If a ghost is the impression you leave after you, then the divot you leave in your old bed is a ghost.
Within 1-3 weeks, the body will begin to actively decay. This is when the organs, muscles, and skin will liquify. The hair, bones, and cartilage will remain.
Gratitude is not the response she expected. She smiled through thin lips, missing the hoped-for fight.
The whole first week after moving into his Brooklyn apartment – our apartment he keeps correcting me – I’m horribly constipated.
Gunderson could hear the vehicle’s noisy carping from eight blocks away, like a herd of wild trashcans rolling down the street.
I’ll dig a pit where it can roam, feed off the aporia of my lust, wash its hooves in semen, soak in pools of piss.
The show literally fuckin has to go on.
Oh, absolutely a mistake to have given the wealthy Protein Bar Daddy my number.
Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before
This is the invention of a spectacle. The verge of fungible wealth, dirigibles
of electricity. A thunder of dust and rickshaw sermons in Muharraq
Playin’_The_Keys
i love to dance, sing, write, chill, read
and play the keys, but sometimes, life
doesn’t allow me to hang out
and do my thing, which means
i have to divide my time into many
Your fingers began peeling the fruit, tossing orange scraps among the dirty straw. In the right light, they could have passed for blood.
Here’s the thing about choosing songs to give as gifts to people: it starts off being about them but really, it’s about you.
The Census Taker Asks Me to Tell Her About Myself
Well Terri, I’m afraid
of catfish—not their tunneling mouths,
but the paradoxical combination
of predator and prey in cat/fish—
I’m afraid of
